Today is this boy’s birthday.
He’s turning a young and spry 33.
There are the all-important birthday milestones we hit along the way: 16, because you get your driver’s license; 18, because you are officially an “adult” (whether you act like one or not); 21, because it’s now legal to drink (woo – toss out the fake ID!); and 30, because leaving your 20s is beyond tragic. After 30, the panic attacks that accompany getting another year older seem to fade. Gone are the insecurities of our youth. Being in your 30s is cool. Sure we don’t seem to bounce back quite as easily after a night of drinking as we did in our 20s, but now that we’re a mature 30+ we have had years of experience and know our limits… right? After 30, birthdays become purely a day of celebration.
And so here we are. My guy is turning 33, and special things have been planned. Things that can’t yet be mentioned because the birthday boy is a continent away at the moment. The big celebration will happen this coming weekend.
And so today, I toast the birthday boy from afar:
Happy Birthday baby. 32 was a rollercoaster of adventure with our big move overseas. It’s been a year of grand adventures and new experiences. A year of many firsts. It’s been a blessing and a privilege to be your wife and see you grow into the wonderful man you have become – so kind, generous, loving, and patient (even when I’m not). The kind of guy any woman would be proud to stand next to, but luckily you chose me. If the last two weeks have been any indication, I just do not work without you – you truly are the best part of me. And 33? If the next few months are any indication, this year is going to be an amazing one. Now hurry home to me so we can really celebrate in style!